“So this pussyisstill mine?”
“Yes! It’s always been yours.”
“Damn right,” he spat, thrusting up even deeper. “’Cause this pussy already knew who it belongs to. This pussy wasmadefor only me…customized.”
“Then fuck me like you know somebody else been here,” I voiced in a salacious tone.
“Don’t tempt me,” he grunted, thrusting deeper. “’Cause I’ll fuck the memory of any nigga outta you.”
“Do it then… or shut the fuck up.”
But instead of punishing me like I expected, Bryce hooked his arms under my thighs, adjusted his grip, and carried me up the stairs naked while still buried deep inside me.
As we passed Isis’s room, we heard loud, shameless, and familiar moaning.
“‘ADRIAN… PULL MY HAIR LIKE I PAID TOO MUCH FOR IT!’”
We froze.
Bryce smirked. “Gotta get it how you live,” he muttered with a shrug, then kept walking.
We finally reachedourroom. It was the biggest, coziest and most beautiful room in the cabin.
Bryce kicked the door shut and set me down in front of the roaring fireplace he’d started like he’d anticipated that moment. The glow danced across his skin as he lowered himself between my thighs again, then slid in slow and deep. Bryce pressed deeper, one hand sliding up to cup my breast, the other gripping my neck gently as his lips grazed my ear.
“I missed you, C Baby… all of you.”
“I never stopped wanting you, needing you… or wanting this, Bryce.”
“I hate that I let you go…” He moaned against my shoulder. “But I love how you came back.”
His pace deepened, rhythm syncing with the crackle of firewood.
“You mine, C Baby,” he whispered. “Always was… always will be.”
***
I stirred beneath the thin throw blanket on the couch, one leg draped over the edge, and my bare skin tingling from the cool breeze slipping through the cracked window. The room still smelled like sweat, sex, regret, and whatever cologne Bryce had bathed in before tearing my soul apart.
I shifted slightly, lashes fluttering. “Bryce?”
No answer.
Just as I reached for the blanket, I felt his hands parting my thighs again. His hot and wet mouth was already kissing down the inside of my thigh like sunrise didn’t mean nothing to him.
“Bryce...” my voice cracked in a sleepy whimper.
“Shh,” he murmured against my skin. “You ain't done being loved on yet.”
Bryce pulled my legs higher over his shoulders, nudging them open wider with no shame. My breath caught when his tongue made that first slow, greedy pass up to my center like he hadn’t eaten in days, and that was his first real meal.
“Mmm. You still taste like last night,” he groaned, licking deeper. “You miss me down here, huh?"
I arched my back. “Oh my god, Bryce…”
“Nah, it’s just me. God gon’ tap in later.”
I reached down to push his head away, but my hands got weak as soon as he sucked on my clit just right. His fingers joined the party—teasing, circling, and stretching me slowly while his tongue never let up.
